And so all limits and bans on fraternization were summarily burned at the stake, along with any sort of fidelitous restrictions imposed by the law. Distractions got soldiers killed, and in a military that boasted more than the same number of fine women to men, nothing got more distracting than a boner. I mentioned earlier that we hadn't really evolved much as a species, behavior wise. But physically? Didn't matter if you were born ugly as a Dharian larva. If you exercised and consistently kept in shape, pushed your body to the limit, you might as well have been born a model.
Gender was irrelevant. Only actions mattered, and since our soldiers were trained and ruthlessly pushed to the brink of sanity where their physicality was concerned, we all became the newest recruiting prospects for modeling and advertising agencies everywhere (even among some alien races). So, you begin to see how distracting this could be for everyone involved. Enhanced, broken, younger, older-didn't matter. If you were human and a soldier, you had the body of a man or woman in their early twenties-with all the corresponding physical drives.
So contraceptives became standard-issue to every field unit, installed via implants on every single soldier upon enlistment, for the entirety of their period of service. And before you think we just started fucking everything in sight, know that human physical drives haven't changed in the last 300 years, powerful but not irresistible...for most. That said, every unit also got issued olfactory suppressants-to cover up the almost constant smell of sex and prevent it from lighting a beacon to our enemies.
Out of everyone in the military, though, the guys and girls who got the most action by far...were the commanders. Any officer in any kind of powerful position pretty much had their pick of the litter, and rare was the chosen grunt who complained about the attention. This practice became so common that most commanders developed a reputation, for their tastes and methods and everything they would do-or make their partner/partners do. Suddenly, our success rates against the enemy skyrocketed, and of course, since statistics never lie, we decided it was best for the tradition to continue into the indefinite future.
Which is where you find me, Jason Tyreson. Pinned to the ground with my explosively hot commander's head between my legs. God, they'd been waiting so long for her to pick a partner since getting her command, but for months, no dice. Which was surprising, considering the reputation she had for voracious appetites. What I'd failed to realize going into that meeting was that her reputation wasn't for fucking a lot of men.
It was for fucking a very select few men...a lot.
Now, you might be wondering, "Jace old boy, why do we still need a military if the Metrions have backed off?" The answer, my friend, is that nature feeds on conflict. And as long as life exists, so will war. Right then, though, war was the absolute last thing on my mind...or it might've been if I could've formed a single coherent thought.
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A series of loud moans only served to get louder and louder as the commander's head bounced on his member, her nose bumping his pubes every time as she consistently took his full length. Her long, slippery tongue wrapped partway around his erection, stroking its length as it bent forward and backward in sequence. Jace's eyes rolled back into his head once more as his hands stroked her chocolate-colored hair, her soft, fair skin brushing the tips of his fingers every so often.
"Oh God," he breathed as a spike of pleasure lanced through his crotch.
She smiled around his manhood and went back down, the tip of his cock vanishing even further down her throat as her tongue reached even further down and tickled the gap between his balls. His fingers tightened in her hair as his entire body tensed up. A low chuckle rumbled through her throat, the vibrations felt through his cock as her hands pried his weakened ones from her head. Slowly, her head drew off his manhood, sucking lightly every inch of the way until her mouth slipped off his nine-inch member with a quiet pop.
The pointed tip of her tongue slipped into the gap of his glans as a fine line of drool fell over the shaft, one hand lightly rubbing it in as the other reached for a nearby pouch. With Jason's eyes still closed, Commander Ophelia grinned like a cat and rose off him, leaving the younger man in suspense as she moved her pussy over his crotch and gently took his hands in hers. She guided them to the perfectly rounded and defined cheeks of her ass as her body lowered, not a single point of contact guiding his cock into her soaking wet love hole.
A breathless gasp left his lips as his eyes snapped wide open and locked onto her amused ones. His hands groped and massaged her ass as she ground against him, not lifting her hips in the slightest but feeling his rock-hard shaft squirming around inside her all the same and reveling in every moan and hitch of his breath. She hadn't voiced a single noise of pleasure apart from purring and the occasional spurt of laughter, but Tallis preferred it that way, for the first time at least.
She'd demonstrate her superiority first, show her partner the heights of pleasure she could take them to and bombard them with more ecstasy than they could handle until they came to the border of passing out. Sometimes-perhaps less often than she'd have liked-she'd overdo it, push too far and actually make them pass out. And then she'd chuckle, tie their limbs spread eagled, and keep fucking them while unconscious until either they woke or she got bored.
Tallis rarely got bored.
Something about the soft, supple flesh of men combined with their hard edges and contours appealed to her in ways that no men and most women would never understand. She absolutely loved exploiting every inch of them, pushing and pleasuring them to the edge of sanity. As a point of fact, she'd been transferred out of her first command because her partner had been so completely used that he'd nearly developed psychological issues. The same had repeated again and again until High Command finally got the pattern and transferred her every couple of months. Hence, why she was nicknamed the Nomad.
But yes...men were delicious. And when they came...God, there was no pleasure worth compare. When they exploded in her mouth or pussy or ass, filling her holes until their seed leaked out. Or better yet, until they started to run out, and she kept milking them anyway. At one point, Ophelia had possessed an actual milking machine that she'd modified to fit the male anatomy, but after accidentally leaving a partner in it for over six hours and nearly rendered him unconscious due to dehydration, it had been summarily confiscated and she transferred.
As she reached down and felt the pressure building in Jason's balls, she wished so badly that she still had that milker. With a feral grin, she leaned over him, pinning his wrists to the ground and using them for support as she humped his slippery cock. So young...and a virgin to boot, Tallis had a feeling this soldier would be a cum fountain, given the chance. As her bouncing continued at an increasingly frenzied pace, she intended to find out.
The corporal moaned and groaned and grunted beneath her, eyes opening and closing haphazardly as his arms tried to move but were unable due to both her position of strength and the weakness his pleasure was creating. That, and the fact that she could probably have restrained him standing up. His legs and hips started to move, roughly at first, but finding her rhythm after a while and timing his movements to her downward thrusts for maximum penetration.
Unexpectedly and partially against her will, the first perfectly synchronized thrust tore an ecstatic moan from Tallis' throat, and her reddish-brown eyes flashed with both surprise and fury as she felt her body betray her. A low growl came from her throat as her grip around his wrists tightened painfully and his breath caught as a result. Unfortunately, that also caused his hips to spasm at the exact right time, and he slammed into her again as she came down, harder than last time.
The head of his cock squished against her cervix, quite the feat for anyone less than ten inches, and he kept thrusting rather weakly as the pleasure and pressure built within his body. Frustrated by his refusal to submit, Tallis dragged her sharp nails across his arms, chest, and back, leaving behind angry red welts and causing him to hiss and groan in pain and pleasure as she fucked him speechless. Of course, he hadn't said a coherent word since she'd given him head, but that was besides the point.
Her teeth gritted as she felt pleasure build between her own legs. She needed to end this, now.
Her palms braced against his chest as she lifted her knees to pin his legs to the ground, preventing any more thrusts. And then she dropped onto him, again and again and again as his moans steadily approached a fever pitch. Her pussy tightened around and gripped his manhood hard with every bounce, milking every drop of precum from his young, virile body. She reached down once more and felt his balls tighten and contract. Knowing he was near climax, she increased her pace to one almost exclusively achieved by machines and her pussy's suction to that of a black hole.
Which was the exact moment his now-free hands decided to pinch and pull on her hard, swollen nipples.
Her eyes flashed with surprise and panic as she moaned loudly, pleasure shooting through every inch of her from her tits to her toes, all of it stopping briefly at her pussy before going on its way. Within seconds, she knew something was wrong, but failed to fully identify the cause until it was too late. Her frenzied pace, combined with Jace's ministrations and the way his pubic bone kept brushing her clit on every thrust, caused a massive pressure to build in her sopping cunt.
